Strange Truths, Spoken Plainly

Black holes are cold,
or so I am told.
And the bigger,
the colder.

So voracious
and unspacious,
they must take it,
all in, all in.

Even heat.

When the universe
gets cold enough,
(meaning old enough),
they’ll let it all out,

in a trickle,
that might tickle,
anyone patient
enough to wait.

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